a few things!
Apr. 29th, 2010 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
be_themoonso today in English we finished watched Death of a Salesman, the one with Dustin Hoffman, a.k.a. the absurdly homoerotic one. I was pretty convinced that Biff was going to start making out with Happy any second now, and I was not the only one in my class to see it! others were kind of like '.... this family seems CLOSER than most.'
because I am just Like That, I naturally promptly wrote a snippet of fic while waiting to be picked up, and then a snippet of SPN fic, because the dead female angel in 4x16 breaks my heart, and I bet she broke her sister's heart too.
(also I went shopping today, which was really fun. being girly can be quite nice!)
you were all I had
Death of a Salesman, 197 words, Biff/Happy. Title from this poem.
They don't buy a ranch. Not at first, at least, because their mother wants to stay here in the house their father paid for.
What does happen is that Biff gets a job as a clerk.
"Not for long," he tells Happy, "but we've got to take care of Mom." It isn't for long. Linda finds out a rich elderly cousin was recently widowed, and after a few correspondences Cousin Anne moves in, willing to pay for the care Linda can provide her with. They can go now, Linda says firmly.
It's better this way, Biff supposes. She doesn't like to look at them much. So they take the $20,000 she gives them and they take a train West a week after Cousin Anne looks around the kitchen and smiles in approval.
Biff takes Happy's arm as they pass a pretty girl and says, "Don't, Harold," pulling him into an empty compartment.
"What?" Happy says, and Biff yanks the curtains shut and kisses him for the first time in years as they sway with the motion of a train headed West, headed away from the city where they killed their father (who killed himself).
Happy kisses back.
another path to carry her burdens
Supernatural, 287 words, OFC. title from this poem.
They bring your sister home with regretful faces and their caps in hand, a bullshit story of a car accident on their lips. She was stabbed in the throat, you fucking liars, you spit. Then you say thank you, because your mother taught you manners.
Three days later, you bury the sister you haven't seen in six months and then hack into the police system to read every report you can find on her death. What you find doesn't make any sense, down to how every policeman said that the car alarms were silent. You know better than to go on an obsessive quest for the answers and revenge, but you still leave a worm in their system that will bring you every report of similar murders.
What you find doesn't answer any questions, just raises more, and you move on with your life.
Three months after your sister was brought home in a coffin, you open the door to find a man in a trench coat looking at you gravely with big sad eyes.
"My name is Castiel," he says, and he tells you a fantastical story of angels and demons and the end of the world, then apologizes. You aren't sure what for. "I knew her as Haniel," he says just before he leaves. "She was a strong warrior. She did not deserve her fate." Then he just vanishes, and you think neither did my sister, but you can't muster up the anger you want to feel.
The next morning you invest in a tattoo and a subscription to boxing classes and visit your sister's grave afterwards.
"Was she good to you, this Haniel?" you say quietly. You wonder where angels go when they die.
because I am just Like That, I naturally promptly wrote a snippet of fic while waiting to be picked up, and then a snippet of SPN fic, because the dead female angel in 4x16 breaks my heart, and I bet she broke her sister's heart too.
(also I went shopping today, which was really fun. being girly can be quite nice!)
you were all I had
Death of a Salesman, 197 words, Biff/Happy. Title from this poem.
They don't buy a ranch. Not at first, at least, because their mother wants to stay here in the house their father paid for.
What does happen is that Biff gets a job as a clerk.
"Not for long," he tells Happy, "but we've got to take care of Mom." It isn't for long. Linda finds out a rich elderly cousin was recently widowed, and after a few correspondences Cousin Anne moves in, willing to pay for the care Linda can provide her with. They can go now, Linda says firmly.
It's better this way, Biff supposes. She doesn't like to look at them much. So they take the $20,000 she gives them and they take a train West a week after Cousin Anne looks around the kitchen and smiles in approval.
Biff takes Happy's arm as they pass a pretty girl and says, "Don't, Harold," pulling him into an empty compartment.
"What?" Happy says, and Biff yanks the curtains shut and kisses him for the first time in years as they sway with the motion of a train headed West, headed away from the city where they killed their father (who killed himself).
Happy kisses back.
another path to carry her burdens
Supernatural, 287 words, OFC. title from this poem.
They bring your sister home with regretful faces and their caps in hand, a bullshit story of a car accident on their lips. She was stabbed in the throat, you fucking liars, you spit. Then you say thank you, because your mother taught you manners.
Three days later, you bury the sister you haven't seen in six months and then hack into the police system to read every report you can find on her death. What you find doesn't make any sense, down to how every policeman said that the car alarms were silent. You know better than to go on an obsessive quest for the answers and revenge, but you still leave a worm in their system that will bring you every report of similar murders.
What you find doesn't answer any questions, just raises more, and you move on with your life.
Three months after your sister was brought home in a coffin, you open the door to find a man in a trench coat looking at you gravely with big sad eyes.
"My name is Castiel," he says, and he tells you a fantastical story of angels and demons and the end of the world, then apologizes. You aren't sure what for. "I knew her as Haniel," he says just before he leaves. "She was a strong warrior. She did not deserve her fate." Then he just vanishes, and you think neither did my sister, but you can't muster up the anger you want to feel.
The next morning you invest in a tattoo and a subscription to boxing classes and visit your sister's grave afterwards.
"Was she good to you, this Haniel?" you say quietly. You wonder where angels go when they die.
